Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bolivia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Chrome to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Sparks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pere Ubu,
Country Teasers,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
Porter Ricks,
Guru Guru,
Danielle Patucci,
John Coltrane,
Pantytec,
Moebius,
Section 25,
The Busters,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
The Buckinghams,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
Amazonics,
Metal Thangz,
Niagra,
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
Matthew Bourne,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters,
Sandy B,
Jeru the Damaja,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magma,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Das Ding,
The Residents,
Rapeman,
Yusef Lateef,
Joy Division,
The Victims,
Easy Going,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arcadia,
Angry Samoans,
The Fall,
Franke,
Janne Schatter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eddi Front,
Fatback Band,
The Fugs,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Style,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.